Brightly they said,
"Give us you child,
She's ours,
And you know it,
That's how the thread ties."

I looked at my child
As she sat next to me,
Her face pure and bright,
'Twas just
Light
Shone from her.

"She's mine,"
I replied.
"She's mine,"
Said she.
And we held hands together,
My child and me.

I watched as their faces
Slowly changed with their rage.
Darkness flowed flowed e'er them -
Heads turned into skulls -
Red light gleamed from eye-sockets -
Sending shivers,
Even through bones.

Mouths dripped with saliva
That swung just like snot
From teeth that now looked
Like ages of rot.

My child and I ran -
Faster and faster,
But behind us they came.

Screeching and calling,
"Give her to USSSS!"
As the clambered and pounded
Through pathways and dust.

"Run faster!" I cried
To my child as she gasped.
"I cannot,"
Her eyes pleaded,
"I'm worn out,
I can't."

"It's alright,"
I told her,
"I'll help you, you'll see."
I put her inside me -
Deep deep in my Soul,
Where no one can see.

So I ran faster,
But still I could hear,
The Blundering,
The howling,
And of course my own
Fear.

Then there right before me,
The river gleamed bright,
The boat and the boatman
Waiting for flight.

I paid him his money,
He took us aboard,
He took us to safety,
Oh thank you my Lord.